THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD!
The ground trembled as five hundred thousand Wolf-Kin and Boar-Tribe warriors charged out of the freezing blizzard and poured into the southern mouth of Iron-Gate Canyon.
At the very front of the pack, Wolf-Chief Cang Ya and his ten thousand elite Gray-Fang Vanguard Wolf-Raiders burst across the threshold with their teeth bared, their claws out, and their clubs raised high to smash the human fortress gates.
Except there were no fortress gates.
There were no arrow towers shooting at them, no pits of sharpened bamboo spikes, and no wall of spears.
Instead, the moment the ten thousand howling wolf warriors stepped off the snowy steppe grass and onto Ye Guhan’s freshly paved Self-Heating Black Spirit-Asphalt, their freezing, frostbitten paws touched warm, smooth stone that felt like a heated brick bed!
“Huh?! Why is the ground warm?!”
“My toes! I can feel my toes again!”
